The Poetry Marathon

The vanity of preparation routine: the peak of heat,

one by one in the short time her siblings got married,

that mechanical repeatition drove her crazy in its uselessness,

her head went round and she was hardly holding consciousness.

“Wash cups and plates properly ” one auntie said.

“Does on it depend the marriage vessel instead?”

“You’re silly girl. You don’t see like from back of your neck

what safeguards the marriage from the shipwreck”.

In her family, in her neighborhood no one was ready

to notice the swiftness how she turned into beautiful lady:

the riped apricots spread its softy shape,

alarming to start a harvest with no delay.

The girls around and her eldest sisters too

swallowed the calling to be in time to woo,

were ready to meet  the matchmakers to negotiate the deal:

to fly out of parental nest was one desirable will.

Time seemed to skidd in one place and whirl in one vicious circle:

cleaning pots, baking bread and carrying heavy buckets,

there was no a grain of attractive activity in all days, in all deeds:

neigbouring girls were addicted with chatting, snapping sunflower seeds.

The uncontrolled, unmeasured flood of time she swam in,

she perceived like a trap to be caught in between:

dreaming and realization, planning and  self- correction,

crying and wiping tears with own hands and trusting imagination.

She was the one to feel regret for closing the school’s doors,

the rest of classmates will eagerly run through suffocating school’s walls,

in opposite she searched for pretext to stay longer but in vain,

her friend was among those escaping school as heavy rain.

She noticed her friend swinging to the side of a trivial ranking,

she urged her to the hights of imagination and waiting.

“To wait? What for? I ‘ ll accept  the first proposal I get.

I’ll buy a white dress, new kitchen tools…all- to get married!”.

She let her sink in imagination and thinking

of fairy land deserved for ones bravely breathing,

as a result in her fourteen year old

she got inclined to migraine attacks hard and bold.

“What ? A headache? You aren’t sick, common keep cleaning ”

“Mum, I need a piece of sleep now in its beginning ”

Migraine -unexpected seizure of normal way of life,

striking with a hammer, migrating from part to part in a strife.

It was her vent, a fresh air to play out with neighbouring kids,

sharing all games,  hide- and- seek,  all deeds.

She was the best to hide in unknown places,

she was happy with her female friend who followed her traces.

The pledge for friendship is a breathing the same oxygen,

catching another’s words, ideas, not allowing a stratagem;

closer than any one in this enormous world

was that girl of her age still playing with a doll.

Like an extra button in the shirt never to use

she felt being a burden in family as an abuse

smeared by mum shouting and rattling pots

and daddy’s sweat dripping drop by drop.

Against grey colours of her day by day picture

she was waiting for the betterment (in any kind of any rapture).

Waiting is like a slowly pouring sticky caramel cream

to decorate the dessert … to wait is a self esteem!

With an envy ( hard to reduce) she looked at mums who rare,

but at least touched their kids with a smile or stroke hair.

She asked teacher once: “May I borrow a book somehow?”

A rhetorical question. Asked in vain in sum…

Field work urges, harvest demands extra hand,

year by year peasant is chained with a land.

At age of twelve she suppressed her calling for education

and submitted to mediocrity and self-degradation.

Not a special ceremony, not a new dress

as an ordinary day was her first school day. Under rest

and peace of mind were the further studying process-

an escape from family boredom overgrown under mosses.

One Hundred Years of Solitude in modern coverage ( not to scorn):

every family member with a nose deeply in mobile telephone;

she longed for reading worthy books but in other side,

the low standards: orthography  and counting (no library in country side).

She as the fifth child in peasant’ family

was treated like an extra month not carefully,

eldest siblings split nicely into pairs;

she was upbringing alone… unfair!

She got tried to approach daddy but in vain

to drag him out of messy barn, he didn’t care.

“Could you play with me? “Wait a moment”

Waiting a …crumbling into infinite element by element.